@wherethefuckyisbucky: Request where matty and the reader go to IKEA and have a stupidly fun time doing stuff they shouldn’t be doing like running around playing hide and seek and “you know I can hear your heart pounding” “Shut up and walk past my hiding spot to make me feel better”
I’ve always wanted to do this
501 words. Enjoy xx
You laughed quietly, walking fast around the large IKEA store floor. Passing the cabinets, you thought there had to be a better place to hide, one that he wouldn’t suspect.
You passed the beds and raised an eyebrow, looking around. Matt had to have been done counting by now, so you quickly found a queen sized bed and lifted up the mattress, squeezing in between it.
It had only been about a minute, but you wondered briefly if you could suffocate down there. You peeked out, trying to see where Matt was while getting a breath of fresh air.
Matt was good at hide and seek, too good. You should have guessed that when he was too eager to agree to your idea of playing it in the nearby IKEA. The previous round had been played on the first floor, and he had hidden himself in the showers. But he had told you that while you had your back turned, he hopped from shower to shower so that you never saw him.
“Matt, you cheated!”
“That’s not cheating,” he laughed. “It’s innovative.”
“It’s not fair, is what it is,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and turning away from your boyfriend.
He snaked his arms around your waist from behind and kissed your cheek, making you smile. “You have extra senses I don’t.”
“And you have eyesight,” he laughed.
Now, on the second floor, he was ‘it,’ and you were sure he was going to find you. But you tried to stay positive anyway.
After a while, you decided to peek out again, cringing as you came face to face with Matt’s shoes. You dropped the mattress back down, making a face as you heard him chuckle.
“You know I can hear your heart pounding.”
You stuck your tongue out in frustration. “Shut up and walk past my hiding spot to make me feel better, Matthew.”
He laughed again, but you heard him walk away. When you thought he had gone, you started to get up out of the bed. You stood up straight and faced away from the bed, wondering where Matt had gone to.
Arms grabbed your shoulders and you nearly hit the ceiling, barely containing a scream. You turned around, heart beating out of your chest, to see Matt cackling.
“You were right, Y/n,” he started, “this game of hide and seek is really fun.”
“Was,” you corrected, glaring at him half heartedly. He walked over to the other side of the bed and put an arm around you. “It was fun, though.”
He nodded. “I smelled some really good chocolate cake downstairs in the food court,” he said with a lopsided smile. “Want to share a piece?”
You nodded, walking back to the elevator arm in arm. It was an odd date, but you were an odd couple, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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